极乐空间在线观看免费:eminem有谁知道eminem的一首歌的名字啊,有一句是you don't know how sick you make me ,很好听

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Puke
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[Intro]
[Eminem puking]
There I go thinkin of you again
[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomach
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not not know- oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ho
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke

[Verse 1]
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem
But off of the dome would probably be a little more
More suitable for this type of song woah
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can think of
Sixteen bars this ain't enough to put some ink to*
So fuck it I'ma start right here I'll just be briefer
Bout to rattle off some other reasons
I knew I shouldnt go and get another tattoo of you on my arm
But what do I go and do? I go and get another one now I got two
Oooooh Now I'm sittin here with your name on my skin
I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again
My next girlfriend now her name's gotta be Kim Shiiiiiiiit
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every mothafuckin thing you ever put us through
Then I wouldnt be standin here cryin over you booooooooo

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not knoooooowww
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke

[Verse 2]
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter
But I thought a song would probly be a little better instead of a letter
That you'd probly just shred up yeah I stumbled on your picture
Yesterday and it made me stop and think of how much of a waste
It would be to put some ink to a stupid piece of paper
I'd rather have you see how much I fucking hate you in a freestyle
You're a fucking cokehead slut I hope you fucking die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your fucking guts you fucking slut I hope you die (diiiiiie)
But please don't get me wrong I'm not bitter or mad
It's not that I still love you its not that I want you back
It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yak eeeack
But what else can I do I havn't gotta clue
Now I guess I just move on I got no choice but to
But everytime I think of you now all I want to do is puuuuuke

[Chorus]
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fucking sick to my stomache
Everytime I think of you I puke
You must just not not know- oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ho
You may not think you do
But you do everytime I think of you I puke

[Outro]
[Eminem puking]
Fucking bitch

There I go--thinking of you again

[Chorus]
You don´t know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin´ sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you

I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem
But ? would probably be a little more, more suitable for this type of song--whoa
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of
Sixteen bars, this ain´t enough to put some ink ta
So fuck it, I´ma start right here by just be brief-a
Bout to rattle off some other reasons
I knew I shouldn´t go and get another tattoo of you
On my arm, but what do I go and do
I go and get another one, now I got two
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I´m sittin´ here with your name on my skin
I can´t believe I went and did this stupid shit again
My next girlfriend, now her name´s gotta be Kim
Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every motherfuckin´ thing you ever put us through
Then I wouldn´t be standing here crying over you
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who

[Chorus]
You don´t know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin´ sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you

I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter
But I thought a song would probably be a little better
Instead of a letter
That you´d probably just shred up--yeah
I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of
How much of a waste it´d be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a
Paper, I´d rather let you see how
Much I fuckin´ hate you in a freestyle
You´re a fuckin´ cokein´ slut, I hope you fuckin´ die
I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye
I hate your fuckin´ guts, you fuckin´ slut, I hope you die
Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie
But please don´t get me wrong, I´m not bitter or mad
It´s not that I still love you, it´s not ´cause I want you back
It´s just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna
gag-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ag
What else can I do, I haven´t got a clue
Now I guess I´ll just move on, I have no choice but to
But every time I think of you now, I´ll I wanna do
Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke

[Chorus]
You don´t know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin´ sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you, I puke

Fuckin´ bitch

There I go--thinking of you again

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